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"Please, call me Tempest."
- Most of the flight so far had been silent. After all, what was there to say? They were mutant freaks, escaping from the nightmare that was the School... and they had nowhere to go. In other words, Echo could easily guess that everyone's hopes and dreams levels were at roughly zero. She looked up and saw another one of their group, a few yards above her. Not moments later, though, he'd retracted his wings and plummeted to Earth. She'd seen him around the School before, in the dog crates on the way to experiments, but she had obviously never asked for his name. The silence that was utterly engulfing all of them was getting sort of awkward, so Echo figured it couldn't hurt to go and introduce herself. Pulling in her wings and rocketing towards the ground, she came to a soft halt and a bit of a trotting stop. "Hey," she began, suddenly rather conscious of her thirteen foot black wings, which would stick out a lot in the normal world. Instantly she whipped them in and shrugged on the gray sweat jacket she'd tied around her waist before they escaped. "I'm Tempest. You?" Echo asked, her violet eyes scanning his face for something, anything. Emotion, thought... something that would make him seem more human, despite the fact that they were both concealing wings. Angels striving to be human beings, to escape their horrific past. It was impossible, though; as if they could ever come close to forgetting.
Echo blinked. Angels? Unlikely. Probably because angels don't live in hell, she thought bitterly. The thought of Erasers that would find them eventually passed through her mind like a bad dream; hard to hold onto, but impossible to forget. A small shudder raked through her body. Erasers. Human-lupine hybrids, one of the few successful experiments conducted at that hell-hole of a School. Her heart beginning to race as more vivid memories of their hunting practice at the School came rushing back to her, she swiveled around a moment and narrowed her eyes, scanning the area for anything that looked like a threat. Echo turned around to face him again, softening her expression so she wouldn't worry him. All of the avian-human hybrids were pretty cynical about how safe anything could be, so a look like the one she'd just been displaying would startle any and all of them --- including herself, if she'd seen it through a different pair of eyes.
Echo wished that she could rely on someone, have someone be the leader, so that she could ask the question. The one question and six words that she knew would be a problem for all of them; "What about food, water, and shelter?" They wouldn't last long without a place to hide; Erasers were skillful trackers, and had a bloodlust worse than anything. And obviously food and water were both a must. With the added bonus, of course, that they required more calories than the average human being to function at their highest and be healthy. Health. That wasn't something that she really ever thought about. Back at the school, every room stank of antiseptic and different cleaners, so she'd really only ever gotten sick once, maybe twice in her life. As much as they were cruel and vicious towards all of them, the whitecoats were also pretty careful with the merchandise. What the air smelled like right now, though, was garbage, and that was slightly disappointing. This was a pretty much new smell to her, too. Growing up in an evil science lab and being experimented on hadn't really given her much of a chance to smell a dumpster. It's not that she wasn't glad she hadn't, though; it smelled awful.
"I suggest we start walking to a different area..." she said, motioning for him to follow her. Echo walked only a few paces before she'd escaped the awful smell, but kept walking until she had found a comfortable place to sit under a tree.
